"Mommy, the food is so good…" Second squeezed himself into Lola's arms, moving so close until he was already sitting on her lap. "Mommy's the best."
He yawned, hit with sleepiness as they drove back home. They'd enjoyed the food more than they thought, and he ended up eating more. It was the same for Chacha, who sat on her father's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, already nodding off.
Lola smiled at Second as she securely held him so he could nap comfortably in her arms. However, when she glanced to her side, her smile disappeared.
Now that I think about it, why is he sitting in the front row?
Her eyes then fell on Chacha in his arms, pressing her lips into a thin line.
Did he know they would fall asleep? That's why he didn't bother sitting in the back row?
Slowly, Lola looked away from him and stared out the window. For a while, silence filled the vehicle as neither of them spoke. Without the twins' constant questions and comments, it was very quiet.
